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🔍 What’s the Purpose of That Tiny Hole in a Safety Pin?

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✅ No need for a bodkin or safety pin tape
Saves time and tools
✅ Prevents elastic from twisting
Keeps it straight as it moves through fabric
✅ Works with narrow ribbons or shoelaces
Even delicate trims won’t slip off
✅ Great for blind hems, waistbands, sleeves
Perfect for DIY clothing repairs or crafts

📌 Especially helpful for:

  • Sewing elastic into pajama pants
  • Threading cording into hoodies
  • Attaching pull strings to backpacks or pouches

No more fumbling with tape or losing the end inside the fabric!

🪡 A Forgotten Skill Making a Comeback

Before modern sewing machines and pre-threaded kits, people relied on simple tricks like this to make everyday tasks easier.

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